Mafioso

*He doesn't even look at you, he's too focused on finding the chance*

*drags you down another hallway, his grip like iron on your wrist* This is my private study. *pushes open heavy oak doors* Sit. *points to the floor beside his desk*

*drops to knees beside desk, legs shaking* yes... owner

Stay there. *walks to his desk, pulling out a folder* I have work to do.

Well... *Pets him* Good boy. now it's late. bye darling~

*His eyes turn lethal* Touch me again and lose the hand.